I baptize my soul
In the stream of truth
Through the mountain it runs
This artery black as night

Out of the ice a statue
Of power, now rises
In the Nordic night
A thousand eyes shine

The mountain roars, fills me with might
This ancient God all the Troll tribes hail

This soil, this might
That has now showed itself
The power that was promised
Is not denied
A spear I will forge and sharpen
The crown of the Trolls shall perch on my head
The day now reigns, when I am called King
Rivfader's goal may yet be heavy.

The forest takes no prisoners
It kills mother, daughter and father
No mercy, no one left
Tiniest cut boils with pus
Townsfolk disappear, no one knows where
All around is the forest, quiet and dark
The end is near, the wise say
Signs in the sky, churchgoers pray
Death's lethargy out in the forest lurks
Hiding behind every tree
Fiery lights over Heaven's bridge
So begins the vengeance of the forest's throne
There is nowhere to hide
Wherever you go, the forest will find
The whole world decaying and starving
Everything you believed, see the lies fall flat

Read now, runes with magic numbers
Foresee an age of anguish and pain
See dark shadows riding the sky
Then beckons, the Age of the Hunt

It is in the heart itself
Where lies and betrayal lives
How can I speak of this
Wisely, in kind words?
Can not do undone
Or even change the name
Before you can be forgiven
You must bite shame's head off

I swear that I never
Intended to do evil
But wherever I now see
Even if I pray
I will hurt you
The night is still
But the sinner is awake
And the hour of the wolf is here

I've told you that I love you;
And it is really true
But I could also have said
That I love another

I wanted to eat her
With a drooling mouth; a wolf
Would do it
For it's own sake.

In my loneliness -
For no one else knows -
I love them both
And I am tormented by the fact -
Without a punishment, and
Without a debt to pay?
Only one thing I remember, it's
That the hour of the wolf exists.
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Can I come to you?
Just for a little while.
Luther has gone home and
I want to kiss your mouth.
Then I will decide -
There is still time.
I will see what happens,
It is my life.

I swear that I never
Intended to do evil
But wherever I now see
Even if I pray
I will hurt you
The night is still
But the sinner is awake
And the hour of the wolf is here

In my loneliness -
For no one else knows -
I love them both
And I am tormented by the fact -
Without a punishment, and
Without a debt to pay
Only one thing I remember, it's
That the hour of the wolf exists.

Before this day
I saw myself as a lamb
And so I want to be,
And so I want to become,
I want to make no difference
And I want it to collapse
And now rises the sun
And the hour of the wolf flees

Aamund and Kettil
Both men of the cloth
Built themselves a church
To praise their God
But the priests did not foresee
The damned trolls' hellish seed
Tribes of Trolls extinguished faith in Christ's herd

A lonely shadow now riding forward
Now revealed is the Lord of the hidden people in the north.
He stares at the mountains, he lifts his arm
Dragon's blood would boil in his grip
King of the Trolls, horns crowned he stands
Regent of everything in darkness' embrace

They gather from the black night of the forest
They wander from mountain peaks and snow
Wight and troll, black elf and wolf
The bear's spirit and the sea's maiden

At the foot of the throne of trolls the now gather
They congregate in masses to see
Here gather trolls, rugged and raw
They celebrate and hail as loud as they can
Soon a rumble is heard, a majestic roar
So the death of Jehovah's children is brought on
So treading forward, this pagan throng
And Rivfader, the Regent, they bear ever forward.

The moon shines over the lands of the north
The forest quiet in its dark grandeur
Aldhissla wanders over mountain and field
Ever watchful, he observes
This quiet and dark place
He sits in his cave, guarding his golden treasure
His home filled with darkness and ice
This underworld, land of eternal night

No man ever here treads, no man-child ever here born
Emptiness and quiet reigns
Not a trace, not a sign of he who bears the cross.
Aldhissla never shuts his eyes, he never sleeps
No one comes here with lies on their tongues
Beautiful and mighty, rich is the northern night without Jehovah!

Master Aldhissla, The troll who hears everything
Master Aldhissla, Evil that never dies

Loneliness - A sign of power
Loneliness - A sign of power
Everything to see - A sign of power
Immortality - A sign of power